Worlds in passing stop
to take a glance upon their own
Creation's
splendor-
spilling
from their atmospheres and
into
vacant
heavens.
Eluding their own orbits, elliptical
imprecise-
They'll dance around eachother just
beyond the reach of
Gravity
Unraveling the space between
their two realities.
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